A soul fed by basketball, from Trezevant to Britain to the Grizz
By Candace Echols In my former life, I played a little semi-professional basketball in Britain. I know. It’s as shocking to me now as it…
By Candace Echols In my former life, I played a little semi-professional basketball in Britain. I know. It’s as shocking to me now as it…
By Candace Echols I am so tired, So tired of the tough, So tired of reading about all the world’s stuff. Today I need good, I…
By Candace Echols Last week, I had the opportunity to drop into the lives of three people and interview them for another publication. When I…
“Brief, awkward exchanges reveal we differ on thoughts about pandemic life. It’s unsettling.” By Candace Echols Recognizing my old friends’ faces when I see them…
By Candace Echols You may know that I am new to Instagram. You see, I am a 3 on the Enneagram, which means I am…
“. . . the day started to unravel a bit . . . I was coming up empty on all sides.” By Candace Echols Last…
The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols My sister lives in Italy. She called the other day and we were talking about a lot of…
More in The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Just before Christmas, we lost a dear family member. She was elderly and it wasn’t a…
More in The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Elizabeth Stone once said, “Making the decision to have a child — it is momentous. It…
StoryBoard debuts the Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Sometimes, news images have the odd effect of making me feel young and old at the…